I was supposed to run 3.2 miles tonight (a 5k). It didn't happen...
For starters, today was the hottest day of the summer so far. The heat index reached 117. Crazy talk. I did not come up with these, but a few metaphors I saw used today were:
Outside is like an armpit
It feels like there is a hot towel draped over your face when you go outside
I would have ran easy just to get it in, but the in-laws were coming over and bringing dinner. I had to sweep up some dog hair and tidy up the kitchen. They arrived with chicken, fresh green beans, pesto pasta salad, and, of course, wine. That's not all, they brought over a 6 pack...of chocolate peanut butter whoopie pies. CRAZY TALK!
Dinner was amazing. The pie was delicious. It was 9PM and all I wanted was a 2nd pie. (After they left, Alex and I each had an additional pie - which made us sort of sick, but in an 'ohmygoodnessthatwassogood' kind of way)
I'm calling it my rest day. Back to the grind...tomorrow through sometime next week! I'll keep you posted :)
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